Brydon was no exception, leaning against a wall and sharpening Sir Kirkland's sword, wishing that there was something that he could do. Unfortunately...though, Brydon was merely an under-squire, not even a full squire much less a knight of the realm. He had worked long and hard for the position he did have, training to a mastery of the sword that even some of the knights might envy. But still, Brydon knew well that there was no chance for him to ever become knighted since he was but a commoner. He resumed, keeping the tone easy and conversational. "Haven't been around much this season, but I thought I had spotted you in the company of...” He frowned as his memory searched for the right name."Daryl. He's just a friend." No boyfriend?"I shook my head.He rummaged his shirt pocket while ruminating on recent events I thought had been long forgotten. "I might have guessed something about your motives when you brought over those delicious brownies a few months ago, but after you offered to. I would pay the half cost of the houseuntil then. In our state I have to pay alimony for three years to the ex-wife after the divorce. I was lucky Megan got a job. I thought I would be in big financial shit without Amy's proposal. She said the divorce documents would be ready for next week Friday. I asked for her the process-server should give the documents to my wife on Friday. I wanted to move into the apartment on the afternoon of Thursday next week. I planned to confront Megan on Thursday. If you had a wooden leg or no boobs or a bloody great scar down your face. It wouldn't matter to me”.“Thank you. I find it hard to believe that. But I'll try and trust it” she said, sheepishly.“OK. Are you OK for Monday then?”“ If you don't try you won't know. OK. I'll be there. Can you pick me up about six?”“Yes. I'll be there.”“ Thank you. I'll be ready”NOTE: I'm sorry that this is long winded in the conversations but it's really important that this is the way it happened. And the.